Comments about Seema joglekar

*single Woman Sans Technology! ! !

Hint of hacienda & a brazen romp down the hill House built in sedate colors for the most part, Stone colored tans, green fields stomped in red earth, A marriage to time & mortality just falling short.

What those horn-rimmed unmended sagging fences hide? A different story here they all together confide, Open smack of blissful neglect, time-warped, forlorn placeAway from where those technological clans run ablaze.

What modesty those moss-kissed mammoth trees bare in refrain, ? Like a stoic digesting a million insinuations a day, And a dash of ...

My Itinerary! !

MY ITINERARY

Like an old melody straying down a deserted subway at night, My itinerary goes around for a spin & falls around me like sawdust, I start to live on borrowed breathe, With the moan of a bee & the onion undraped.

All small talk gathers a morass of solemn dignity, With nobody’s pride slashed or losing an identity,